I was born on the stroke of twelve, between the 30th and 31st of July, 1751. To some I am the foremost keyboard player in Europe but to others, I am the overlooked sister of a genius. The matter is complicated. I write music for the bottom drawer while living in Salzburg with my dear Mama. Papa is in Rome with Wolfie to enshrine my brother's talents and in the year, 1770, I am destined for marriage, not a career. Maria Anna Walburga Ignatia Mozart - Nannerl for short.

Saturday, May 20, 2006

A Partial Revelation

My pupils come to the apartment for their piano lessons and I am so tired when they have gone that I find myself drowsing in a chair, half-dreaming of a walk in Saint Gilgen. Where are you now, Jakob? On the shore of Adventure's Bay? I can hear the trees in the wind, see the catkins blow and shiver as they spill their pollen on the lae. When I stir, I look through the apartment window at the cobbles in the square and I am remembering the first day you came for your violin lesson with Papa. N.